Cool rain drops on shadowy blacktop Rippling puddles reflect grey skies Pattering softly on slick tin roofs Staring into melancholy eyes Rain drips off leaves of jade Running over aging bark Rivulets running to the ground Pooling without smart remark Clouds of powder smoky grey Pregnant with oncoming storm Foaming ocean waves do fall Crashing onto distant shores Thunder rumbles, lightening strikes Illuminating snowy peaks Jagged mountains looming tall Brushed with dark and dreary streaks Arctic plains painted white Drifts of frost and chunks of ice Freezing glaciers plunder through Into bedrock their masses slice Past the ocean's slapping tides Breaking crests against cliff walls Over the edge it flies skyward And into space it's time that falls.